It would be fine if the opponent was special and could break through the restrictions of the Nether Realm, but if something happened and all the ghosts in the Nether Realm were able to move freely, there would be big trouble.

The surviving monks today generally have low cultivation levels. The reason why they can survive stably is because the underworld can restrict ghosts from leaving. Without this restriction, the current strength of the monks group will never be able to deal with those powerful ghosts!

As Chen Lin thought in his mind, the battle in the sky was coming to an end.

Although the short old man was powerful, he had no means to restrain the underworld beings. The ghosts in the sedan didn't even come out, but they were defeated one after another, and dangers abounded.

"What are you still looking at? Do you really want such a treasure to be snatched away by a ghost?"

The short old man's black chain was entangled in the red silk, and he couldn't shake it after shaking it twice. He suddenly screamed and shouted.

But what he did just now, how could anyone help him? Not only did no one help him, but they all fled, and even the stunning woman he brought disappeared with him.

The short old man screamed angrily, but he was powerless.

And when he was angry, red silk appeared all over the sky, shrouding him in it!

These red damasks seemed to be endless, and each one exuded a cold air, which made the old man's mana blocked, his whole body stiff, and he could not even move.

He was horrified and felt helpless. A flash of determination suddenly flashed in his eyes, and then a baby-shaped object larger than his fist appeared from above his head and disappeared in a flash.

He actually gave up his body, left his body, and used teleportation to escape.

"Haha, it's too late!"

There was a sneer from the eight-carriage sedan, and then the red silk appeared from the sedan like a spurt, covering the entire space, like giant red pythons, constantly swaying and beating the surrounding void.

The next moment, the short old man's Nascent Soul fell out of the void at the edge of the depression.

Several red silk ribbons swarmed over in an instant, wrapping Nascent Soul tightly, and together with Xuanyang Guizhi on the other side, they pulled her into the sedan chair.

The red damask all over the sky keeps shrinking and retracting.

Just when Chen Lin was hesitating whether to take action, the void swayed again, and a loud cry sounded.

This chirping sound contained strange energy, causing the entire space to freeze, and the flying red silk also paused for a moment.
Chapter completed!